OOC
Minecraft Username: Rosy (( I also have: Popette / Rosychu / Caitiff ))
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yep!
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Doc Eukaryote
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello, I'm Rosy! I've been RPing, especially on Minecraft, for a long time! I guess this is art twitter if anybody's interested.
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In-Character
Read the following prompt:
The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands.
“Nervous?”
You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes.
“I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in.
“Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?”
How do you respond (in character)? (150 words minimum - please make sure to include some references to our lore in your response!)
" Oh, ah- hmm? " Paraskeve is caught off guard, unable to hide the extra noticeable blush on her thin-skinned face as she quickly tries to compose herself. " Oh yes... why am I travelling here? " she repeats to confirm the question, it was almost as if she needed extra time to answer it. She was quite a private woman, one who was more regularly used to being in the background, or simply listening in. The woman looked kind though, and she relaxed. " I suppose there is no harm in telling you... " she speaks up, placing a dainty hand on her chest. " I've come to study the flora and fauna of the area. You see, I am a apothecarist, always on the search for new concoctions and the like... but ah, what about you? This is quite the journey, ma'am. " Yes, that should be good enough, yes? It was all true, and a good change of subject.
Hoping the old woman didn't pry forward, she would listen politely, and make gentle small talk. She wasn't opposed to being social, though, there were just far more interesting things to talk about than the weather, or how hot it is... or how you prefer the cold, rather than the hot. It was all rather mundane to her ... she was drifting off again. She thought about if anybody would notice she was gone, or if they cared... or would they follow her? Hopefully not.Paraskeve once more snaps out of it, her sharp ears pricking up as she looks back up to the older woman. " Oh!- Oh? Oh!! Forgive me if this is rude, I mean no offense... but were you alive from before The Disappearance? Do you know anything about that? " she was suddenly quite interested in the topic as she smiles and listens! " My ancestors, they apparently come from here though, and I am ever so interested. " she goes on to explain softly, " You see, I am from Mariza. I was raised without my parents, or anybody like that in my life even, and I've never had much of a chance to... " she shrinks back, the dep blush returning to her face, " Feel connected to them... I was hoping to learn more about it, is all. "
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Character Name: Paraskeve Angelis
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 27
Brief Physical Description: Paraskeve was like many other Arsa Sidhe, tall (6'9'') , deathly pale, pale red eyes, sharp features, thin, and with a long mane of silver hair that won't stop growing. She was woman of grace and elegances, preferring fine attire, and big floppy hats that covered every bit of her. Partly due to her modest, private nature, and partly just to protect herself from the sun. She could almost be mistaken for just a human with Albinism, if not for her sharp ears, thin frame, and her taller than average height.
Paraskeve, or Eve as she also likes to be called, moves with calculated grace, and tries to speak as refined as she can. She is an elf through and through.
